Karaoké Survival Tactics Joey Bada$$ & Capital STEEZ

How you can say we travel to the next

Get out of here report to the zone

Trainin trainin train step right up

Get out of here report to the zone the holes

The holes holes

Pull up pull

Pull one more

Niggas don't want war

I'm a martian with an army of spartans sparring with a knife

In a missile fight get your intel right your intelligence is irrelevant

But it's definite I spit more than speech impediments

Brooklyn's the residence the best and it's evident

We got them niggas P-E-Nuts like they elephants throw 'em in a trunk if they hate though

We don't give a fuck as long as we collect our pay, so ya'll collect pesos ya money ain't right here

I got them girls next to the wood like they light year

I'm right chea tryna get a buzz, tryna pollinate

STEEZ got that presidential shit out to inaugurate my PE conglomerates bout to p-e-e on any wanna b-e weak MC

Air 'em out or leave 'em empty congratulate the semi-auto fire flame spitter like komodo

No time for fake people they be simmin' like Kimora

I'm the empora in search of the adora my heart go

Ba-boom-ba-boom ba-boom-boom it's panic like Dora when shots blast

See I was raised that way

I'm from the place where they raise that K like every day in every way

And every where you go just ain't safe the only thing that I can say to you is pray

'Cos when niggas start equippin' and throw the clip in your blood is drippin' and got you slippin'

Another victim, don't know what's hit them through his spinal just another man who defeated by survival

That's your biggest rival in your whole life these bars you can't handle you better hold tight

They sayin' I'm the best

I'm like you're so right and still ain't got enough shine to last the whole night

Nigga

Yo fuck the police nigga

Fuck every ass corrupt politician on Wall Street

PE, Public Enemy assassinate us, bitch

Fuck that fuck everything son

Fuck government fuck, listenin' and shit

You want fuckin' energy

Fuck dickheads

Ah it's like six milli ways to die my nigga choose one doomsday comin' start investin' in a few guns

New gats, booby traps and bazooka straps better play your cards right no booster packs

Everybody claim they used to rap but these ain't even punchlines no more, I'm abusing tracks

Leaving instrumentals blue and black

I'm in Marty McFly mode so tell em' that the future's back

Riding on hoverboards wiping out motherboards stopped spitting fire 'cos my motherfuckin lung is scorched

King Arthur when he swung his sword a king author I ain't even use a pen in like a month or four

I had a hard time writing lyrics now I'm way over heads science fiction

You can try and get it my man the flyest with it with a mind of fine of interest for your finest interests

They say hard work pays off well tell the Based God don't quit his day job

'Cos PE's about to take off with protons and electrons homie that's an A-bomb

Ah fuckin' ridiculous finger to the president screamin' fuck censorship

If Obama got that president election then them PE boys bout to make an intervention

Fuck what I once said

I want the blood shed 'cos now-a-days for respect you gotta pump lead

I guess Columbine was listenin' to Chaka Khan and Pokemon wasn't gettin' recognized at Comic-Con

It's like we've been content with losin' and half our students fallen victim to the institution

Jobs are scarce since the Scientific Revolution and little kids are shootin' Uzi's 'cos its given to 'em

Little weapon code name Smith and Wesson and you'll be quick to catch a bullet like an interception

If your man's tryna disrespect it send a message and it's over in a millisecond nigga